After a week of living under Flaps orders, yesterday the ‘girls’ dropped over for a bit of a photo shoot, a homage to various people, photographers and images. Sometime soon there will be a special blog on the shoot with a guest blogger filling the denim hot seat.
As you can imagine I was bossed up the jacksy all afternoon.
It was strange to have my own agency back when I awoke this morning. I could choose whatever denim I wanted. Nobody to say no your legs look short in that, that’s not nice or those jeans are wrong, or simply getting you to wear combos you hadn’t considered before.
Not that I’ve let it go to my head. My look is understated, work-a-day double denim…
As with guns, shoot low, aim high
Top: Blue Asphalt dark shiny denim jacket
Bottom: Industrie jeans, they seem to have stolen my bum
Accessory: Denim shoulder bag
And a special thank you this morning to DHo for reigniting the bike riding. ep, I’m strapping on my denim helmet and pedal powering to work
What a beautiful morning. So beautiful I thought I would snap the photo today down by the glorious Cook River. It’s magnificent waters rolling could provide a beautiful backdrop for Flaps second day of dressing YoD.
However. I took Taxi the dog with me, forgetting how decrepit and silly she is as she approaches her 15th year. She ambled off, I scrambled after her. So the photo wasn’t quite as scenic as I would like, and being a bozo I didn’t check my images. I just assumed they were awesome and beautiful when in act they were strangely exposed and one set was completely out of focus.
Perhaps I’m getting sloppy as YoD winds up.
Posing with a casuarina, swamp looms behind
Top: Spunky Fresh Jive denim jacket from the House of Flaps
Bottom: Gap skinny jeans, YoD’s own
Accessory 1: Very cute zippered denim bag provided by Flaps
Today I bid farewell to the Week of Thigh Chafe. Whoops, I mean the Week of Skirt, Skort and Dress and thankfully, gratefully, return to a nice pair of legged, crotched jeans.
In other news I am also beginning to pack up for a mid North Coast holiday. Yep, I will be pushing the boundaries of YoD’s telecommunications set up by blogging from the remote(ish) holiday destination of Hat Head.
I’ve bought a wireless modem, I’ve bought some credit and I’m hitting the road, but not until Wednesday. In an effort to be organised I am trying to pack early.
In the meantime I’m wearing this…
Toilet paper - check; cossie - check; denim shorts - check; gimp bear - uh no
Top: Streeetch denim shirt, rides up nicely to reveal the fat sitting on my hips
Bottom: JJs skinny leg jeans
Accessory 1: Denim gym boots, unworn for the past week
Accessory 2: Small denim shoulder bag by Mavi
And can SOMEONE do SOMETHING about my damn hair???
In a little diversion, I am pleased to note that even celebrities where jeggings. Not just aging denim bloggers like me. Check out Dannii Minogue rocking a jeggings + fluoro maternity top.
And compare that with me wearing jeggings here, here and here…
Gee whiz. People really don’t give a rats care about the blog! I have had phone calls and text messages galore (2) worrying that I had gone into some kind of allergic shock to the blue bottle kiss yesterday.
Where’s the blog, was the cry! Are you alright, was another cry! Are you dead? Hospitalised?
No. None of that. I have been busy polishing the House of YoD for it’s annual inspection and knew that I would be updating the blog for my evening wear so was intending to just do it all later. However I have responded to the audience’s demands and I am rushing a post through, which will then be updated in another hour or so when I dress for the meat eating fest I am going to in the early evening. Ribs anyone??!?
Here’s my cleaning lady outfit…
Due to popular demand here I am, wham bam, not glam
Top: Supre vest getting loaded with sweat
Bottom: Rusty chambre shorts, clean when put ‘em on, filthy now
Accessory: My denim wallet came with me when I took Taxi the dog for walk this morning
Eating out outfit…
Eating out at a gorge yourself meat-eating competition means I need to be thoughtful about what I wear.
If I wear super loose clothes will that encourage me to eat even more?
If wear super tight clothes will that make me feel sick and force me to regurgitate when I inevitably over eat?
It’s a fine balance one has to achieve…
Do I wear maternity pants or super skinny jeans?
The choice was a hard one between maternity jeans on the left (the come highly recommended by DaHo for yum-cha) which re so comfy you feel naked, or super skinny jeans that act as a kind of tourniquet around you gut, a kind of non-surgical stomach band.
In the end I went for the super skinnys, because as you can see in the picture above, they don’t actually go over my gut, leaving it to expand comfortably as the feast trickles down my gullet all night long…
I am also wearing a tie coz I want to do what they do in American movies when they eat ribs… throw the tie over their shoulder!
Skinny jeans filled out by my fat, with more to come
Top: Stretch denim shirt
Bottom: JJs super skinny stone wash style jeans, zipper fixed so gaping is a thing of the past
Accessory 1: Denim gym boots
Accessory 2: I reckon my tie is kinda fake denim so I reckon it counts in the tally. It’s also got someone else’s name on it. Classy!
Mr Byrne why did you give up this tie? It's lovely
The start of a new week, fresh beginnings, new horizons, silver linings, greener pastures blah blah blah.
Now that’s this week, but last night was a step back in time, a before Kylie sang about it kind-of-evening. Yes, it was the Circa 1979 bash at the… drum roll… Sando. Barely anyone there under the age of 30, no make that 40, so it was a mature crowd for people making mature post-punk (hence the circa 1979 tag) music.
I saw Scattered Order, who looked like they’d just left the nursing home but were pretty damn noisy, rockin’, electricky and a tad disco. They were followed by a band I missed as I was watching the legendary “My digits are my instruments” PeteNel eat his dinner.
I did make it back in time for No-V-Bleet who were brief but sure know how to play guitar…
No-V-Bleet head banging to the drum machine
And then it as time for the headline act, the very famous, handsome and pretty Wild West. In the first song the singer was inaudible, but things picked up after that and I could almost make out some lyrics, which have all slipped my mind now.
Wild West working their wiles on a willing audience
The young folk got into the swing of it and some of them even got up and started dancing. One lady looked like she had stepped right out of 1982. She was wearing one of Dad’s striped business shirts, had a very decent set of eyebrows, that bouffy on top short back ‘n sides hair so popular 25+ years ago, and even more incredibly she could do the post punk, pre-new-wave arm flailing dance that was all the rage back in 1980.
I think she was trying to catch the attention of Wild West’s gorgeous and legendary guitarist…
PeteNel lets his magic fingers do the talking
The show then ended up in a sort of super group showdown when the girls from Pel Mel stepped up to join Wild West for a finale of their awesome song “No word from China”.
Pel Mel hit the stage, PeteNel sits down with green guitar
Jude gives into the bullying and sings her heart out
And you know? They almost did sound like this…
So that was last night. Here’s today’s office wear. And I’m on my bike again today so the helmet will get a workout too…
Blue skies and old dogs
Top: Levi’s classic denim jacket
Bottom: Gap skinnyish leg jeans
Accessory: Denim gym boots, and in my pocket is my denim wallet
And in the news this week, jeans made in North Korea… I wonder when they’ll turn up in the local op-shop?
Off to the exciting metropolis of Adelaide today to help Viv celebrate her milestone (millstone). But first I really do have to pull down some Christmas lights.
I packed away the crochet nativity scene the other day. Here are exciting photos of that activity…
Little baby Jesus safely wrapped up in denim swaddling
Mary without her denim veil but with a touch of Bethleham belly
As I was carefully packing the Holy Mother away I noticed an apparition on the back of her veil/hijab. Was it the face of God? Aaah, no. I think poor Mary has had the squirts. I didn’t wash her though, just put her in the plastic bag with all the others. Is that disrespectful?
Bearing gifts of frankinscense, denim and myhrrh
You will know him by his denim crown
Bored with all the craft? Well here’s my in-flight outfit, front and back view today just because…
Do I look like a model? Naah pose all you like, you're not model material
And from behind….
Lots of behind but not much arse
Top: I am really into the cheap denim now that I have discovered the Supre outlet store, nothing over $15! This pre-aged denim vest looks the works
Bottom: More cheap denim, both in price and label. JeansWest ‘Skinny’ jeans. What I like is how they sort of look like jeggings
Accessory: Lightfoot Studios loaner bag. High fashion not low. I have a funny story about Lightfoot Studios but I don’t think I should put it in writing…
See you all tomorrow with an exciting blog from Adelaide.
The beach is calling me for a pre-work swim, which in some ways sucks, cos I’m tired. The gurning is taking it out of me. It’s an added stress on top of the daily denim decision. Now I have to decide what to wear AND what to gurn!
And I have lost my iPod. So if you find it let me know. It’s very distinctive. It’s white with music on it.
I had a plan today, to celebrate (sic) the start of another week by wearing an incredible new item of denim.
I realise that it’s going to be hard to top the fashion revelation that is the denim bikini/ thong/short combo. This new thing would come quite close, although it’s not quite so daring or fleshy.
Rather it’s stylish and elegant. It’s a rebuttal to the thong rather than a continuation on a theme. Don’t get too excited though.
After looking at the weather I decided it was too hot for it today. I don’t want to get so hot I wanna take my clothes off, as the song goes (sort of). Not when that item is so swish and elegant and mysterious.
If it’s cooler maybe tomorrow. Today I settled for this …
Strike a pose, there's nothing to it, vogue
Top: Joe’s Jeans jacket. I was shocked to see how expensive this brand is. Thank you St Vinnies, for bringing me denim at affordable prices
Bottom: Gap too long skinny legs
Accessory: I forgot to ‘hold’ my bag, however I promise I will be slinging my little dark denim with red piping bag over my shoulder as I head off to work
The mosquito season officially started last night.
How do I know? I spent the night periodically swatting at them, waking with fright when one would buzz my face and generally lying there wondering “Is that a mosquito?” to every little noise.
Due to the disrupted sleep the bags under my eyes have reached epic proportions. Will bags (under the eyes) ever become attractive? Perhaps there’s a fetish for pouchy dark circles, like yesterday’s ‘shrimper’. If anyone knows please inform me.
Like a precious flower I raise my face to the light
Top: Benetton dark blue denim jacket
Bottom: Industrie back denim skinny legs (although I have been informed that the blue & black denim combo is a major fashion faux pas).
Accessory 1: Dark blue denim hand bag with red piping
Can you believe it? I have just completed 100 days of wearing denim: a top, a bottom and an accessory. Every day since April 30. What a fool. I have 256 days to go! Arrgghhhh.
Here are your kind suggestions as to how I should mark, celebrate, commemorate 100 days of denim…
1. Have a Double Denim Party … I cannot be arsed organising a party, buying stuff, cleaning and tidying ( before AND after) the house, buying booze, blowing up balloons etc etc. I might feel different at the 200 day mark.
2. Spend the whole day eating TOOBS … This is something I CAN achieve, especially now I have discovered Marrickville train station vending machine stocks Toobs! You must remember Toobs. They are in a denim styled pack and the have the “BBQ Tang”. The other bonus is the way they completely demolish the lining of your mouth!
3. A denim posse descending on a local- in the Ville … Unfortunately the ‘Ville’s pub’s are uniformly skanky. I choose to spend NO time in them. EVER!! For now.
Late entry… Have a ritual bonfire burning the worst of the denim so far … The suggestor has also suggested that I burn today’s jacket because it’s “disgusting”
Anyway. My 100th day has been anything but easy so far. I got up and planned to do a quick repair on some enticing denim, but then the dog vomited. I clean it up, and get out the sewing machine.
She vomits again. FCUK!!! I curse and clean it up. I start to sew. FCUK!!! The machine keeps locking up. The dog vomits yet AGAIN! Triple FCUK!!
I clean it up, and got back to fiddling with the Janome. But wait… it is completely FCUKED!!
Curses!! I move to Plan B for my 100th day of denim. Off to the bedroom I go to choose another outfit. Oh no. The dog has vomited in the bedroom. I could weep.
Finally I get to take my photo, but it’s not quite as good as I hoped. It does, however, feature something quite special…
Red ceramic butt plug + stone wash bat wings = special
Top: Here it is, the most sumptuous piece of stone washing I have seen since 1984, Network brand denim stone washed, bat winged, over sized shoulders, suit style lapelled jacket, courtesy of my Southern Highlands fashion advisor, SL
Bottom: Not my original choice, Industrie dark ‘n skinny denims
Accessory 1: Brand new, and of course I’ve bought them a size too small, denim gym boots. FCUK!
Accessory 2: FCUK denim bag, a kind and generous donation from an old acquaintance, HMc
Word has it that today is Jeans for Genes day. Strange serendipity. I guess I should make a donation somewhere to validate all my denim wearing. And I still have no plans for tonight on marking this momentous occasion. I await more suggestions. Otherwise I might get into some real trouble, especially in THAT jacket…
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